This was on the front page of the ODT yesterday. I combed flea shit and loose cat hairs onto it and chucked it on the fire.
It's fucking criminal. The people who need help the most are being shafted. There is NO funding for small business startup any more, ACC Levies in car/bike registration were bumped up without warning (BUMPED? Say BOOTED SKY-HIGH) and the people who work for their money are being raped by new taxes while those who have a passive income are getting bigger tax cuts, sooner.
This flea situation is making me feel indescribably filthy. How nasty I felt inside is compounded by an outward indicator of filth. Hunger pains are the only thing that can make me feel somewhat clean. Hot showers merely aggravate the itch D: I'm DYING for a nice relaxing bath!!!
Yesterday I got completely anal on vacuuming the house and my room. I stripped my bed and EVERYTHING on it has been washed in hot water with detergent&stain remover&white vinegar. 4 loads. 4 motherfucking loads. 'Twas good coz I'm at 57.6kg this morning, flying high.
Dralion (Currently being referred to as 'Flea Bag') has been flea-combed multiple times. I've got about 20 live fleas of the little fucker yesterday. The seem to hide out in the long hair around the back of his legs, since it is really hard for his tiny little teeth to groom it properly. Bring ooooon the adult teeth!
The minimum weight for the spot-on-neck kitten flea treatment is 1kg. Since Flea Bag is 700grams I gave him around about half of it. I just can't STAND the thought of live fleas biting me any more. He seems to be full of beans still, so it hasn't hurt him yet. This morning I was brushing dead and dying fleas off him. BOO YEAH!!!
I'm twitching trying not to scratch. I can't go to the gym, go to club or go for walks until the bites have healed. There are a lot around my ankles right where my shoes rub at them. It isn't normally noticeable, but fuck do you notice it when there are insect bites all over D:
I'm going to go have a cuppa. I'm FREEZING ^.^ Freezing and itchy.
Faugh.
~Peri
Wednesday, 30 June 2010
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Kill Me!
Dralion picked up fleas over the weekend.
He likes to sleep on my bed while I'm at work, and on my lap when I'm at home.
I'M FUCKING COVERED IN BITES AND IT ITCHES AND IT HURTS AND IT'S AWFUL!!!
I have REALLY FUCKING BAD reactions to insect bites.
OTC antihistamines give me migranes.
AAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!
There are massive itchy welts all over my legs. My ankles look like red&white rhino hide.
The washing machine is still broken, so EVERYTHING to be washed has to be packed out to Mum&Dads. I need to do HOT washes and put EVERYTHING through the dryer turned up as high as I can get it.
I can see how well that will go down. Mum will pitch a fit if I tell her why I have to do it. And at the cost of all those hot washes/dryer uses. I'LL FUCKING CONTRIBUTE TO THE POWER BILL YOU STINGY HALF-SCOT.
GOD I'M ITCHYYYYYYY!!!!
I can't even feel good about being 58.0kg this morning. I can't remember the last time I saw that on the scale. Looks like the restriction+exercise combo is working again.
I IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!!!
All over my legs, my knees, my ankles and thighs, my elbows. Why are the fuckers going for the joints?
I combed ONE off Dralion that I know for sure of yesterday. Pity that 95% of the fleas in any given infestation AREN'T ON THE SODDING CAT!!! I need to find out if he is big enough for a spot-on treatment. Flea collars aren't to be used for the first 6 months, and most spot-ons have a minimum weight requirement. (IRONY ALERT!!) I'm definitely putting a flea collar in the vacuum cleaner bag.
ItchyitchyITCHY! Don'tscratchgotoyourhappyplace.
Maybe the weight loss was just bloodloss? :'( If so I do NOT recommend a cat flea infestation as a weight loss solution. (On the other hand, the steps needed to get rid of the fuckers will burn HELLA calories.)
I'm going to tank up on coffee (Shall I liquid fast today?) and go Rambo on these bloodsucking motherfuckers. MEET THE TERMINATOR, BITCHES! I AM YOUR WORST FUCKING NIGHTMARE. YOU DO NOT INFLICT THIS KIND OF HELL ON ME WITHOUT GETTING IT BACK TENFOLD.
This situation makes me feel incredibly filthy. The only defense I have is getting angry.
-Channel the itch into rage-
~Peri
He likes to sleep on my bed while I'm at work, and on my lap when I'm at home.
I'M FUCKING COVERED IN BITES AND IT ITCHES AND IT HURTS AND IT'S AWFUL!!!
I have REALLY FUCKING BAD reactions to insect bites.
OTC antihistamines give me migranes.
AAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!
There are massive itchy welts all over my legs. My ankles look like red&white rhino hide.
The washing machine is still broken, so EVERYTHING to be washed has to be packed out to Mum&Dads. I need to do HOT washes and put EVERYTHING through the dryer turned up as high as I can get it.
I can see how well that will go down. Mum will pitch a fit if I tell her why I have to do it. And at the cost of all those hot washes/dryer uses. I'LL FUCKING CONTRIBUTE TO THE POWER BILL YOU STINGY HALF-SCOT.
GOD I'M ITCHYYYYYYY!!!!
I can't even feel good about being 58.0kg this morning. I can't remember the last time I saw that on the scale. Looks like the restriction+exercise combo is working again.
I IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!!!
All over my legs, my knees, my ankles and thighs, my elbows. Why are the fuckers going for the joints?
I combed ONE off Dralion that I know for sure of yesterday. Pity that 95% of the fleas in any given infestation AREN'T ON THE SODDING CAT!!! I need to find out if he is big enough for a spot-on treatment. Flea collars aren't to be used for the first 6 months, and most spot-ons have a minimum weight requirement. (IRONY ALERT!!) I'm definitely putting a flea collar in the vacuum cleaner bag.
ItchyitchyITCHY! Don'tscratchgotoyourhappyplace.
Maybe the weight loss was just bloodloss? :'( If so I do NOT recommend a cat flea infestation as a weight loss solution. (On the other hand, the steps needed to get rid of the fuckers will burn HELLA calories.)
I'm going to tank up on coffee (Shall I liquid fast today?) and go Rambo on these bloodsucking motherfuckers. MEET THE TERMINATOR, BITCHES! I AM YOUR WORST FUCKING NIGHTMARE. YOU DO NOT INFLICT THIS KIND OF HELL ON ME WITHOUT GETTING IT BACK TENFOLD.
This situation makes me feel incredibly filthy. The only defense I have is getting angry.
-Channel the itch into rage-
~Peri
Sunday, 27 June 2010
The Good, The Bad And The Tired
Work took me up the ass with a cold metal dildo the size of a lamp post.
Hard.
Good news:
-Boss isn't happy with NGS's lack of performance.
-Down to 58.4kg this morning! :D
-Dralion is being extra-smoochy since I gave him special pet milk for kittens.
-I've been a very good little restricter this weekend!
Bad News:
-Wal made Ginger Crunch. (This is like having an ice-cream container of crack cocaine in my kitchen -.-)
-I have had 100grams of Ginger Crunch.
-There are 2 antibiotic capsules left, coz sieve-brain keeps forgetting to take them!
-Dralion's digestive system is adjusting to his new diet. His arse-gas can stink out the whole lounge. (I have no way to illustrate the sheer insanity of this. I will have to take photos)
Please excuse me. I must flop into bed and die of exhaustion.
~Peri
Saturday, 26 June 2010
Moments
Moments of Awww.
Woke up this morning, rolled over. There was a ball of fuzz next to me. Dralion was curled up in a wee nest he'd made between the top of the duvet and the spare pillow. He yawned, meowed and started purring.
When I got home there was a ball of fluff curled up on the blanket over my pillow. Dralion was happy to see me home. He told me all about his day with many loud mews while purring and rubbing against my hand.
Moments of Rage
The new girl 'S' (NGS) barely served any customers this morning. Last night they'd done sweet bugger all bulking of stock. I got SO FUCKING BEHIND on slicing since I was covering her ass all morning. It takes me 30mins to cut/wrap/sticker a 20kg block of cheese. It takes this bitch over 3 HOURS to do the same job.
NGS repeatedly came out the back of the deli to text people. I didn't mind that she did this when there were no customers and she wasn't skiving off in the middle of something. What I DID mind was her getting in my way while doing so. FUCK OFF OR BE RUN DOWN, BITCH!!!
58.8kg Maintaining the gain. FUCK ME.
Moments of Incredulity
I went to Animal Attraction after work to pick up a scratching post. I figured it will be easier to train Dralion out of scratching furniture if there is something else to scratch. I figured $30 would be enough for a foot-high pole on a base board.
WRONG!
The cheapest scratching posts of above description were around $50-$70. I was staggered. If I can get my mitts on some carpet ends it may be cheaper to make my own! I got a $12.50 thing instead. It turned out to be made of pure cardboard. *Shrugs* It will burn good.
115 followers. It never ceases to amaze me when someone bothers to hit 'Follow'! *Waves madly* HI~!
I'm going to have a few moments of 'Blargh' and go do the dishes. Nice warm shower scheduled aftwewards, so it's all good.
Now if only I can keep from bingeing on the little chocolate-berry-mince tarts from Couplands that Mum gave me last night. 97cal each, and theres 5 left.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
~Peri
Woke up this morning, rolled over. There was a ball of fuzz next to me. Dralion was curled up in a wee nest he'd made between the top of the duvet and the spare pillow. He yawned, meowed and started purring.
When I got home there was a ball of fluff curled up on the blanket over my pillow. Dralion was happy to see me home. He told me all about his day with many loud mews while purring and rubbing against my hand.
Moments of Rage
The new girl 'S' (NGS) barely served any customers this morning. Last night they'd done sweet bugger all bulking of stock. I got SO FUCKING BEHIND on slicing since I was covering her ass all morning. It takes me 30mins to cut/wrap/sticker a 20kg block of cheese. It takes this bitch over 3 HOURS to do the same job.
NGS repeatedly came out the back of the deli to text people. I didn't mind that she did this when there were no customers and she wasn't skiving off in the middle of something. What I DID mind was her getting in my way while doing so. FUCK OFF OR BE RUN DOWN, BITCH!!!
58.8kg Maintaining the gain. FUCK ME.
Moments of Incredulity
I went to Animal Attraction after work to pick up a scratching post. I figured it will be easier to train Dralion out of scratching furniture if there is something else to scratch. I figured $30 would be enough for a foot-high pole on a base board.
WRONG!
The cheapest scratching posts of above description were around $50-$70. I was staggered. If I can get my mitts on some carpet ends it may be cheaper to make my own! I got a $12.50 thing instead. It turned out to be made of pure cardboard. *Shrugs* It will burn good.
115 followers. It never ceases to amaze me when someone bothers to hit 'Follow'! *Waves madly* HI~!
I'm going to have a few moments of 'Blargh' and go do the dishes. Nice warm shower scheduled aftwewards, so it's all good.
Now if only I can keep from bingeing on the little chocolate-berry-mince tarts from Couplands that Mum gave me last night. 97cal each, and theres 5 left.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
~Peri
Friday, 25 June 2010
Meet Dralion
Last night was fun, but I ate far too much in the way of hummus, crackers, salami, Brie.
Sounds "healthy", until you factor in the candy I ate as well >.< Up 200grams over night. The fat I struggled to shift during the last week LAUGHED as it returned. I shit you not, I could hear a muffled chortling coming from my thighs this morning. Turns out the consumption of candy isn't conducive to losing weight.
Who would'a guessed it?
(Obviously not me)
To compound the situation, I pussied out of going to the gym tonight. I forgot to keep tabs on my Meds situation, and got the prescription filled just before gym-time. Got there and was headachey, popped my shiny new Happy Pills and headed out to grab my Folder Of Torture. Bent over the filing cabinet and nearly chundered water and meds into it. So I wimped out and came home to FrontierVille (SHAAAAAAAME) and Blogger.
This is Dralion McHungus. Or Hungus-Guts Dralion.
He is not Ink. He will never be Ink. I still just want Ink. I cannot be mad at this kitten for being himself and not Ink. I am being rational about this and telling the shrieking ball of depression and crazy thoughts to STFU. Dralion is awesome in his own ways, and his personality will become more evident when he get past the eat-sleep-eat-poop-sleep stage.
(I hope)
UGH I do not want to go to work tomorrow. I want candy or muffins, even though I'm pretty much at my limit of 1800cal today. (Shaddup, I know that's huge. That STILL gives me a deficit of 500cal/day with my BMI) I want to be losing weight, so I will NOT have sweet carby shit at 2130. Why does broccoli always make me feel hungrier? WHY?!? *Rages like a toddler* AAAAARGH!
Fuck, time to brew some tea.
Nighty-night!
*Kisses*
~Peri
Sounds "healthy", until you factor in the candy I ate as well >.< Up 200grams over night. The fat I struggled to shift during the last week LAUGHED as it returned. I shit you not, I could hear a muffled chortling coming from my thighs this morning. Turns out the consumption of candy isn't conducive to losing weight.
Who would'a guessed it?
(Obviously not me)
To compound the situation, I pussied out of going to the gym tonight. I forgot to keep tabs on my Meds situation, and got the prescription filled just before gym-time. Got there and was headachey, popped my shiny new Happy Pills and headed out to grab my Folder Of Torture. Bent over the filing cabinet and nearly chundered water and meds into it. So I wimped out and came home to FrontierVille (SHAAAAAAAME) and Blogger.
This is Dralion McHungus. Or Hungus-Guts Dralion.
He is not Ink. He will never be Ink. I still just want Ink. I cannot be mad at this kitten for being himself and not Ink. I am being rational about this and telling the shrieking ball of depression and crazy thoughts to STFU. Dralion is awesome in his own ways, and his personality will become more evident when he get past the eat-sleep-eat-poop-sleep stage.
(I hope)
UGH I do not want to go to work tomorrow. I want candy or muffins, even though I'm pretty much at my limit of 1800cal today. (Shaddup, I know that's huge. That STILL gives me a deficit of 500cal/day with my BMI) I want to be losing weight, so I will NOT have sweet carby shit at 2130. Why does broccoli always make me feel hungrier? WHY?!? *Rages like a toddler* AAAAARGH!
Fuck, time to brew some tea.
Nighty-night!
*Kisses*
~Peri
Thursday, 24 June 2010
Whirr CLICK Whirr (Brain Noises)
Well.
I seem to have acquired a kitten.
(Of course, by saying I acquired a kitten, it goes without saying the the feline did all the deciding in the situation.)
Do you remember the little tabby kitten that hung around last week? The one that was adorable and fluffy and hungry and FUCKING LOUD? The one that urned out to belong to the neighbours two houses down?
Yep, it's that one! *Does happy dance*
It came back yesterday, and we let it stay for the afternoon. When I took it back to theirs, I was met my Amazingly Skinny Chick again. She didn't seem surprised to see me with it. She informed me that since it seemed to like being with us, and two cats are a bit of a strain on them at the moment (Additionally, they are off on holiday for the weekend) that I could keep him for my very own if I so desired.
HELL YES I desired!!
It has inherited some of Ink's toys (Some remain Ink's and Ink's alone), his feeding equipment and litter box. I still miss Ink, and always will, but I think he would have liked a younger sibling. *CoughCRAZYcoughCATcoughLADYcough* AHEM.
I am most DEFinitely Mummy. I won't leave my bodyheat untapped, and purrs non-stop.
The fluffy little bastard needs a name before it starts answering to 'Hungus'. It's a longish haired tabby-tortiseshell (A Torbie?). I'm not sure of the gender. Amazingly Skinny Chick thought it was a boy, but you just don't GET male tortiseshells!!
Eh, we'll find out. It'll either drop testicles or kittens.
On the inside, I'm still feeling like utter filth. (THIS IS UNRELATED TO THE NEW KITTEN!!!) Useless, worthless, putrid, despicable waste of life. I undeservedly consume resources without producing anything of quality. (I hate my brain, just so ya know)
BLARGH!
Project-wise, Miles' scarf is a-l-m-o-s-t done, and I have a week to fix the hoop shirt for the Victorian Woman costume. That thing is in a disgusting state! It's totally shagged! (NB: 'Shag/Shagged can mean 'to have sex/have sex with', Shagged can mean 'had sex with' or 'destroyed, broken, completely worn out') I'll post you a photo, but I do believe there is duct tape and bike tire inners in there o.O
I'm going to stop rambling now and chop carrot sticks for the Cirque Du Soleil marathon planned tonight. I wonder how it will go.
I love you all so very, very much. Thank you for your wonderful comments, they made me smile. I'm not planning on offing myself any time soon, so you're stuck with me :p
Arohanui~!
~Peri
I seem to have acquired a kitten.
(Of course, by saying I acquired a kitten, it goes without saying the the feline did all the deciding in the situation.)
Do you remember the little tabby kitten that hung around last week? The one that was adorable and fluffy and hungry and FUCKING LOUD? The one that urned out to belong to the neighbours two houses down?
Yep, it's that one! *Does happy dance*
It came back yesterday, and we let it stay for the afternoon. When I took it back to theirs, I was met my Amazingly Skinny Chick again. She didn't seem surprised to see me with it. She informed me that since it seemed to like being with us, and two cats are a bit of a strain on them at the moment (Additionally, they are off on holiday for the weekend) that I could keep him for my very own if I so desired.
HELL YES I desired!!
It has inherited some of Ink's toys (Some remain Ink's and Ink's alone), his feeding equipment and litter box. I still miss Ink, and always will, but I think he would have liked a younger sibling. *CoughCRAZYcoughCATcoughLADYcough* AHEM.
I am most DEFinitely Mummy. I won't leave my bodyheat untapped, and purrs non-stop.
The fluffy little bastard needs a name before it starts answering to 'Hungus'. It's a longish haired tabby-tortiseshell (A Torbie?). I'm not sure of the gender. Amazingly Skinny Chick thought it was a boy, but you just don't GET male tortiseshells!!
Eh, we'll find out. It'll either drop testicles or kittens.
On the inside, I'm still feeling like utter filth. (THIS IS UNRELATED TO THE NEW KITTEN!!!) Useless, worthless, putrid, despicable waste of life. I undeservedly consume resources without producing anything of quality. (I hate my brain, just so ya know)
BLARGH!
Project-wise, Miles' scarf is a-l-m-o-s-t done, and I have a week to fix the hoop shirt for the Victorian Woman costume. That thing is in a disgusting state! It's totally shagged! (NB: 'Shag/Shagged can mean 'to have sex/have sex with', Shagged can mean 'had sex with' or 'destroyed, broken, completely worn out') I'll post you a photo, but I do believe there is duct tape and bike tire inners in there o.O
I'm going to stop rambling now and chop carrot sticks for the Cirque Du Soleil marathon planned tonight. I wonder how it will go.
I love you all so very, very much. Thank you for your wonderful comments, they made me smile. I'm not planning on offing myself any time soon, so you're stuck with me :p
Arohanui~!
~Peri
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
Inspired? To Do What?
They work so hard, are so dedicated and driven.
How do they do it?
How can I do it?
Where is my will, my desire, my passion?
I have no goals, no aim. Nothing.
People ask me what I want to do, when I grow up, when I'm older, next year, when I graduate, if I graduate, if I marry.
My honest answer is: I don't know.
I don't know, and I don't care.
How can I make them understand I don't see myself living to the end of the year? How can you plan for the future if you honestly don't know that you'll have one?
I have been trying so hard to fix myself, and it seems like this isn't a societally acceptable goal to have. I accepted that I am fucked up and broken, and I tried to remedy this. This was met with disapproval and confusion.
So I've stopped trying.
I fell better since giving up. I gave it my last shot, and was told I was fine. Again.
My dream for the future?
To leave something beautiful behind when I inevitably depart. This blog doesn't seem like enough. I'd like to leave some mark for people to regret me by.
I'd also like to keep my defective genes out of circulation. I've been contemplating getting my tubes tied since I was 20.
Wow, big goals.
~Peri
Anecdotal Evidence
I seem to have been gaining and losing the same Kg sine ACDC. Read: Maintaining. This is NOT ACCEPTABLE. Nobody likes watching a fat flyer or seeing the base gasp and tremble and sweat under her crushing bulk.
FUCK THIS SHIT.
As soon as I'm off these antibiotics it's FastVille for me! (LOL! Imagine how well THAT app would go down with the po-faced directors of FaceBook!)
So.
Go grab a cuppa. Here's a bunch of stories from my weekend. My brain is still mush, but hey. You love it! (Mmmmm Peri-Brand Brain Mush! Has the consistency of porridge and more than twenty times the crazy of Generic Brain Mush XD)
Taxi Dramas
I rang the taxi company at 11pm on Friday to organize a taxi to collect me for work at 7 in the morning. (That way I wouldn't have to worry about parks and such for the game gig)
I was all super-organized and outside waiting on the curb at 6:55 for my transportation to arrive despite having under 3 hours sleep :O
By 7:05 I was a little worried, but figured he was counting on me running late.
By 7:10 I was becoming annoyed.
At 7:15 I went inside to thaw out and ring the company to see what was up.
Call Center Bitch: Good morning, XXX Taxies!
Me: Good morning, how are you?
CCB: Good!
Me: Good. I was wondering what happened to the taxi I organised last night?
CCB: What was the name?
Me: Peri
CCB: He's been and gone already.
Me: *Pissed off* Bull. I've been outside for the last 20mins and haven't seen him.
CCB: The address was Maori Road. He's been and gone.
Me: No. Not Maori road, MARY road, M-A-R-Y.
CCB: Oh, we'll send another guy over.
Me: Riiiiiiiiiiiight. *Hangs up*
I rang Stress Bunny and warned her I was gonna be late, and waited for the Taxi Cunt to turn up.
Taxi Cunt then proceeded to ignore me and drive to the WRONG STORE LOCATION. I'd clearly said 'The one in town' and he headed where?!
IN THE OPPOSITE FUCKING DIRECTION!!
Puling incompetent fuckwits! I'm NEVER calling City Taxies again!!
Work
Was, um, work. The supermarket was full of twats in Wales gear looking full of themselves. I saw someone with the most amazing hat made out of a stuffed dragon. I WANT ONE! Shame about the colour, though :p
It was my last shift with Blondie. I'm gonna miss him. He makes the Saturday shifts fly past. He's such a crack up. Meh, I've got him on FaceBook. I'll hassle him for DisneyWorld shit when he finally gets to America.
Pre-Gig
I ditched work 15mins early and shot to the checkouts with an energy drink (Full sugar! Nooooo!) and a protein bar in my grubby mitts.
Got to Clubs'N'Socks with plenty of time to help sort out costumes to take/leave and pass out on the floor while people slowly arrived. By the time we got to Carisbrook I was perking up again. (It may have something to do with chugging the energy drink and a liter of water to flush it STRAIGHT into my bloodstream)
Gig
We went through bag check to get into the closed-off area around The Brook. Overzealous Security Dweebus insisted on tossing out an unopened bottle of mineral water *sigh* and frisking/unpacking/messing up all the sodding costumes and sundry performance equipment.
After getting marching orders from L.Mcflammable and tying people onto stilts I spent an hour shepherding 'my' Victorians up and down Burns St. The punters were generally ok, the kids were fun, and I was mistaken for a man for the first time in my life.
What the bloody HELL?!?
His mates told him to get his eyes checked, while I displayed my legs and patted my chest in a puzzled fashion.
Maybe he'll check the photos when he sobers up and discover his error? (One can hope)
After Gig
Miles made the decision not to go to Solstice, but instead to take me home and make sure I slept. I was incapable of making rational decisions all weekend, and told him so. *Innocent whistles*
We walked up to mine and watched the All Blacks game form the back yard, then ate Fish&Chips and watched Mononoke Hime. I tried to load up on diet fizz so I didn't hoover the chips XD
I flipped out and went very spazzy. I was cutesing it up, so it didn't freak Miles too much. Some quotes to illustrate, if you will:
"Can you see see shaved patch on my ass?"
"Oh shit, oh shit, theres an unexpected breeze down my asscrack"
"You're NOT setting your dick on fire!"
-.-;
On Sunday we went for a walk to Couplands (AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Temptation we meet again.) and stopped at Burger King. I suddenly developed a MASSIVE THIRST and chugged so much Coke Zero I got hiccups ;)
Dinner at his Dad's on Sunday night was nice. I had salad and corn and about 150grams of cold ham roast. I was very restrained when my FAVOURITE DESSERT EVER made an appearance (Pavlova and ice cream). I had a small slice, 1/4 cup of ice cream and 1/2 cup of fruit salad. They ALSO put out a bowl of crack-um, Spearmint Imperial candies after dinner, which I hooked into like a starving bear in a butchery. Mr Miles' Dad asked why I was so skinny, (Awkward!! Oh I don't find it too hard to look slim to others. I have a bit of an eating disorder and I starve instead of cutting myself. Riiiiiiight.) I said it was from chasing my cat around so I could sell it for pies >.< Smooth going, dumbass!
Yeah, don't meet the parents when you're up-down-alloverthebloodyplace D:
Shit, this is a long one. I'm going to go find something to do with my day.
Walk to the park, anyone?
~Peri
FUCK THIS SHIT.
As soon as I'm off these antibiotics it's FastVille for me! (LOL! Imagine how well THAT app would go down with the po-faced directors of FaceBook!)
So.
Go grab a cuppa. Here's a bunch of stories from my weekend. My brain is still mush, but hey. You love it! (Mmmmm Peri-Brand Brain Mush! Has the consistency of porridge and more than twenty times the crazy of Generic Brain Mush XD)
Taxi Dramas
I rang the taxi company at 11pm on Friday to organize a taxi to collect me for work at 7 in the morning. (That way I wouldn't have to worry about parks and such for the game gig)
I was all super-organized and outside waiting on the curb at 6:55 for my transportation to arrive despite having under 3 hours sleep :O
By 7:05 I was a little worried, but figured he was counting on me running late.
By 7:10 I was becoming annoyed.
At 7:15 I went inside to thaw out and ring the company to see what was up.
Call Center Bitch: Good morning, XXX Taxies!
Me: Good morning, how are you?
CCB: Good!
Me: Good. I was wondering what happened to the taxi I organised last night?
CCB: What was the name?
Me: Peri
CCB: He's been and gone already.
Me: *Pissed off* Bull. I've been outside for the last 20mins and haven't seen him.
CCB: The address was Maori Road. He's been and gone.
Me: No. Not Maori road, MARY road, M-A-R-Y.
CCB: Oh, we'll send another guy over.
Me: Riiiiiiiiiiiight. *Hangs up*
I rang Stress Bunny and warned her I was gonna be late, and waited for the Taxi Cunt to turn up.
Taxi Cunt then proceeded to ignore me and drive to the WRONG STORE LOCATION. I'd clearly said 'The one in town' and he headed where?!
IN THE OPPOSITE FUCKING DIRECTION!!
Puling incompetent fuckwits! I'm NEVER calling City Taxies again!!
Work
Was, um, work. The supermarket was full of twats in Wales gear looking full of themselves. I saw someone with the most amazing hat made out of a stuffed dragon. I WANT ONE! Shame about the colour, though :p
It was my last shift with Blondie. I'm gonna miss him. He makes the Saturday shifts fly past. He's such a crack up. Meh, I've got him on FaceBook. I'll hassle him for DisneyWorld shit when he finally gets to America.
Pre-Gig
I ditched work 15mins early and shot to the checkouts with an energy drink (Full sugar! Nooooo!) and a protein bar in my grubby mitts.
Got to Clubs'N'Socks with plenty of time to help sort out costumes to take/leave and pass out on the floor while people slowly arrived. By the time we got to Carisbrook I was perking up again. (It may have something to do with chugging the energy drink and a liter of water to flush it STRAIGHT into my bloodstream)
Gig
We went through bag check to get into the closed-off area around The Brook. Overzealous Security Dweebus insisted on tossing out an unopened bottle of mineral water *sigh* and frisking/unpacking/messing up all the sodding costumes and sundry performance equipment.
After getting marching orders from L.Mcflammable and tying people onto stilts I spent an hour shepherding 'my' Victorians up and down Burns St. The punters were generally ok, the kids were fun, and I was mistaken for a man for the first time in my life.
What the bloody HELL?!?
His mates told him to get his eyes checked, while I displayed my legs and patted my chest in a puzzled fashion.
Maybe he'll check the photos when he sobers up and discover his error? (One can hope)
After Gig
Miles made the decision not to go to Solstice, but instead to take me home and make sure I slept. I was incapable of making rational decisions all weekend, and told him so. *Innocent whistles*
We walked up to mine and watched the All Blacks game form the back yard, then ate Fish&Chips and watched Mononoke Hime. I tried to load up on diet fizz so I didn't hoover the chips XD
I flipped out and went very spazzy. I was cutesing it up, so it didn't freak Miles too much. Some quotes to illustrate, if you will:
"Can you see see shaved patch on my ass?"
"Oh shit, oh shit, theres an unexpected breeze down my asscrack"
"You're NOT setting your dick on fire!"
-.-;
On Sunday we went for a walk to Couplands (AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Temptation we meet again.) and stopped at Burger King. I suddenly developed a MASSIVE THIRST and chugged so much Coke Zero I got hiccups ;)
Dinner at his Dad's on Sunday night was nice. I had salad and corn and about 150grams of cold ham roast. I was very restrained when my FAVOURITE DESSERT EVER made an appearance (Pavlova and ice cream). I had a small slice, 1/4 cup of ice cream and 1/2 cup of fruit salad. They ALSO put out a bowl of crack-um, Spearmint Imperial candies after dinner, which I hooked into like a starving bear in a butchery. Mr Miles' Dad asked why I was so skinny, (Awkward!! Oh I don't find it too hard to look slim to others. I have a bit of an eating disorder and I starve instead of cutting myself. Riiiiiiight.) I said it was from chasing my cat around so I could sell it for pies >.< Smooth going, dumbass!
Yeah, don't meet the parents when you're up-down-alloverthebloodyplace D:
Shit, this is a long one. I'm going to go find something to do with my day.
Walk to the park, anyone?
~Peri
Monday, 21 June 2010
Oh The Irony.
While Dolly and her drunken work mates discuss the mechanics of a Dutch Oven and the horrors of being 'The Other Lady' in the lounge, I hole up in my bedroom.
They are eating Pasta and Ambrosia and drinking tonnes of wine. I'm working on my new Thinspo book with a cup of herbal tea.
I just cut out a picture of a massively obese chick to use as an illustration for what not to do.
She needed the whole page to herself, and STILL needed to lose both elbows to fit.
I feel so many kinds of dirty right now.
Mine is the superior form of filth.
right?
~Peri
They are eating Pasta and Ambrosia and drinking tonnes of wine. I'm working on my new Thinspo book with a cup of herbal tea.
I just cut out a picture of a massively obese chick to use as an illustration for what not to do.
She needed the whole page to herself, and STILL needed to lose both elbows to fit.
I feel so many kinds of dirty right now.
Mine is the superior form of filth.
right?
~Peri
Bzzzzzzz
Lol, Mum found out about my ear via FACKBOOK and rang me freaking out.
o.O
I'm slowly organising what I remember of the weekend into a coherent post. It's taking a while. The brain is spinning again. Like Roadrunner on redbull.
My fingernails are pink and gold and glittery, I've had 3 cups of coffee in the last 2 hours. I need to clean the kitchen and find out which restaurant the Firedance Club is going to tonight. I need to tidy my room and exercise. I need to finish the scarf and start the baby blanket and book the gym and and and and AND!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If I focus on the EDGES I ignore what is in the MIDDLE so that I'm running in all different directions at once and never get anything done!! Ergo, that particular Feri exercise was COUNTER-PRODUCTIVE. Well, I recognized the problem. It only took me 2 years. I guess solo work can be slower at times, but you aren't distracted by the bullshit and drama caused by a bunch of hierarchical apes getting together.
Ergngslrgn stupid tiny bladder!!
D:
~Peri
o.O
I'm slowly organising what I remember of the weekend into a coherent post. It's taking a while. The brain is spinning again. Like Roadrunner on redbull.
My fingernails are pink and gold and glittery, I've had 3 cups of coffee in the last 2 hours. I need to clean the kitchen and find out which restaurant the Firedance Club is going to tonight. I need to tidy my room and exercise. I need to finish the scarf and start the baby blanket and book the gym and and and and AND!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If I focus on the EDGES I ignore what is in the MIDDLE so that I'm running in all different directions at once and never get anything done!! Ergo, that particular Feri exercise was COUNTER-PRODUCTIVE. Well, I recognized the problem. It only took me 2 years. I guess solo work can be slower at times, but you aren't distracted by the bullshit and drama caused by a bunch of hierarchical apes getting together.
Ergngslrgn stupid tiny bladder!!
D:
~Peri
Sunday, 20 June 2010
ABs VS Wales Gig
That was a hideously complicated weekend! I'm going to distract you with photos from the All Blacks game instead of posting properly.
-Wales got their asses handed to them ^.^ GO ALL BLACKS!!
-I was spotting Miles and L-Gurl who were in the "Victorians" costumes
-I NEED to pracise stilt walking!
-Didn't go to Solstice. Was having a manic spazz-fest. Miles forced me to sleep instead. (Guess how, lol!)
Commence distraction!
Me&Miles
Miles on the fence outside my old flat from '07!
Gearing up
Victorian Lady
Miles being a tall cunt
Victorian Man and Lady
I'm going to exercise. I've eaten far too much (To keep Miles happy&unsuspecting) so I probably weigh as much as the entire AB's Forward Five combined :(
Um. . . RAWRRRR!!!
~Peri
-Wales got their asses handed to them ^.^ GO ALL BLACKS!!
-I was spotting Miles and L-Gurl who were in the "Victorians" costumes
-I NEED to pracise stilt walking!
-Didn't go to Solstice. Was having a manic spazz-fest. Miles forced me to sleep instead. (Guess how, lol!)
Commence distraction!
Me&Miles
Miles on the fence outside my old flat from '07!
Gearing up
Victorian Lady
Miles being a tall cunt
Victorian Man and Lady
I'm going to exercise. I've eaten far too much (To keep Miles happy&unsuspecting) so I probably weigh as much as the entire AB's Forward Five combined :(
Um. . . RAWRRRR!!!
~Peri
Friday, 18 June 2010
Overtired Muttering
I'm exhausted and mopey. I'll try to be interesting :)
I had a kitten for an afternoon. The fluffy little hungus (Hungus=bottomless pit, a person with hollow legs, someone who is perpetually eating or hungry) belonged to a girl 2 houses down the hill. She came to pick him up, and MAN is she skinny! I nearly died of jealousy right there on her front step! I want, no I need to be her. I've had a steady restriction on this week, upended a few times by the binge monster. Hopefully the urge will sod off now that exam stress is out of the way.
I will fucking DO this! Until classes start again. Restrict, exercise, fast. I will work out a plan on Sunday or Monday, after I get back from Solstice and Miles goes back to his place.
Lol, for some reason L.McFlammable was under the impression that I'd been stilt walking for years *Facedesk* WRONG! >.< There is NO way I'm confident enough to spend an hour up in the air traipsing around Carisbrook. I'm getting skirt guarding duty though! YEAH!! >:D I'll bag a drunk for you! <3 A detailed plan of the next few days: Saturday
0600 - Wake Up
0615 - Get Up
0700 - Leave for work
0730-1530 - Work
1600 - Get face paint and costumes on
1700 - Leave for Carisbrook
1800-1900 - Babysit Stilt Walkers
1900-2300 - Prep for Solstice, head out
2300 - First fire jam
Sunday
0000 - PARTAAAAY!!
0200 - Second fire jam
???? - Sleep?
???? - Get home
???? - Pass out
Monday
???? - Get up
??01 - Coffee
??05 - Load photos on to laptop
??10 - More coffee
??11 - Wake up
??15 - Blogger!!
Hell yeah. Imma be reeeeeal tired.
BEHAVE YOURSELVES! Don't do anything I wouldn't enjoy ;)
*Mwah*
~Peri
I had a kitten for an afternoon. The fluffy little hungus (Hungus=bottomless pit, a person with hollow legs, someone who is perpetually eating or hungry) belonged to a girl 2 houses down the hill. She came to pick him up, and MAN is she skinny! I nearly died of jealousy right there on her front step! I want, no I need to be her. I've had a steady restriction on this week, upended a few times by the binge monster. Hopefully the urge will sod off now that exam stress is out of the way.
I will fucking DO this! Until classes start again. Restrict, exercise, fast. I will work out a plan on Sunday or Monday, after I get back from Solstice and Miles goes back to his place.
Lol, for some reason L.McFlammable was under the impression that I'd been stilt walking for years *Facedesk* WRONG! >.< There is NO way I'm confident enough to spend an hour up in the air traipsing around Carisbrook. I'm getting skirt guarding duty though! YEAH!! >:D I'll bag a drunk for you! <3 A detailed plan of the next few days: Saturday
0600 - Wake Up
0615 - Get Up
0700 - Leave for work
0730-1530 - Work
1600 - Get face paint and costumes on
1700 - Leave for Carisbrook
1800-1900 - Babysit Stilt Walkers
1900-2300 - Prep for Solstice, head out
2300 - First fire jam
Sunday
0000 - PARTAAAAY!!
0200 - Second fire jam
???? - Sleep?
???? - Get home
???? - Pass out
Monday
???? - Get up
??01 - Coffee
??05 - Load photos on to laptop
??10 - More coffee
??11 - Wake up
??15 - Blogger!!
Hell yeah. Imma be reeeeeal tired.
BEHAVE YOURSELVES! Don't do anything I wouldn't enjoy ;)
*Mwah*
~Peri
Hope and Hellfire
Last night I didn't sleep much.
When I did sleep I had a nightmare that I'd been forced into hospital against my will. I couldn't sneak out to visit my friend because I had a Naso-Gastric tube in and a sack of slop on a pole feeding into it. Turns out they can't be easily carried out windows when you're nothing but a shaky sack of bones :/
The exam was awful. I don't want to think about it. I tried to answer every question, and I'm damn sure I failed.
Fuck.
I got my ear looked at, so you can stop grizzling at me :p (You're worse than my Mother. Honestly!) Turns out I had a middle-ear infection at the same time as I had that cold. (No wonder I was so bloody dizzy!) The popping I felt a few weeks ago was my eardrum exploding so the fluid could drain out through my ear. I have a week's worth of antibiotics to clear up the last of the infection. There is still fluid in there, which is why I still can't hear too good. If it's not sorted in a few weeks I have to go back.
OMG I want an ear trumpet for work tomorrow! D: GIMMIE!!
It would be so much FUN! More fun than glaring and saying "I'm sorry, my eardrum is perforated. You'll have to SPEAK UP!" (Can you tell I love fucking with people?)
There is a kitten that has been hanging out at our house since last night. I'm going to ask the neighbours if she belongs to them tonight. If not, I hope she can be mine. Wal and Doll like her and she is trying to help me blog.
I'm hopelessly in love, and trying not to get my hopes up. It sure beats having a hole in my chest. I still miss Ink.
~Peri
When I did sleep I had a nightmare that I'd been forced into hospital against my will. I couldn't sneak out to visit my friend because I had a Naso-Gastric tube in and a sack of slop on a pole feeding into it. Turns out they can't be easily carried out windows when you're nothing but a shaky sack of bones :/
The exam was awful. I don't want to think about it. I tried to answer every question, and I'm damn sure I failed.
Fuck.
I got my ear looked at, so you can stop grizzling at me :p (You're worse than my Mother. Honestly!) Turns out I had a middle-ear infection at the same time as I had that cold. (No wonder I was so bloody dizzy!) The popping I felt a few weeks ago was my eardrum exploding so the fluid could drain out through my ear. I have a week's worth of antibiotics to clear up the last of the infection. There is still fluid in there, which is why I still can't hear too good. If it's not sorted in a few weeks I have to go back.
OMG I want an ear trumpet for work tomorrow! D: GIMMIE!!
It would be so much FUN! More fun than glaring and saying "I'm sorry, my eardrum is perforated. You'll have to SPEAK UP!" (Can you tell I love fucking with people?)
There is a kitten that has been hanging out at our house since last night. I'm going to ask the neighbours if she belongs to them tonight. If not, I hope she can be mine. Wal and Doll like her and she is trying to help me blog.
I'm hopelessly in love, and trying not to get my hopes up. It sure beats having a hole in my chest. I still miss Ink.
~Peri
Thursday, 17 June 2010
Acrobalanced My Ass
You gotta be proud of a man who can fling your flabby white whale-assedness around like it's nothng.
(Miles was OK with me posting these here an not blacking out his face, so long as they went up of FB too. I made him keep his shirt on so you didn't faint :p)
All I can see is my saddlebags and puku.
Oh fuuuuuuuuck, enough of my fat ass already. Damn I need to go exercise.
Ciao my lovelies, I hope this didn't nauseate you too much.
(Miles was OK with me posting these here an not blacking out his face, so long as they went up of FB too. I made him keep his shirt on so you didn't faint :p)
All I can see is my saddlebags and puku.
Oh fuuuuuuuuck, enough of my fat ass already. Damn I need to go exercise.
Ciao my lovelies, I hope this didn't nauseate you too much.
Bouncing Along To Bingeland!
I survived! :D
I made it down the activities hall & back TWICE without falling over!! :D I was on the bouncy 'faun' stilts, which use an entirely different set of leg muscles to normal walking. My legs get a week off to recover before round two.
You know what's really GREAT about being that tall? You can see down ALL the girls tops! and I mean ALL!!! Hot-American-girl-I-DESPERATELY-want-to-shag has AMAZING boobs! *Drools* (Also, when I'm on hose stilts and she hugs me, her head is on MY boob-level! :3)
On the shit side of the news, I just let my stress out at Couplands. I had one of these and one of these and now I feel totally sick. Now would be a good time to biff out the pack of custard squares BEFORE I'm tempted to eat them, but Dolly just saw me with them and if they are gone before she gets home there will be MUCHO suspicion going on :'( I can find the nutritional info for he doughnuts ANYWHERE online and it's driving me crazy!!
Please shoot me. I can't concentrate to study. The exam is TOMORROW MORNING and I haven't studied at ALL. When will I work out that binges aren't worth it?
I have some photos of my fat ass doing acrobalance with Miles that I'll post later. Maybe that will inspire me to study and exercise.
WHY IS THE DAMN GYM SHUT?!?
. . . . Oh yeah, re-carpeting. Moron.
I'm completely screwed in so many ways.
~Peri
I made it down the activities hall & back TWICE without falling over!! :D I was on the bouncy 'faun' stilts, which use an entirely different set of leg muscles to normal walking. My legs get a week off to recover before round two.
You know what's really GREAT about being that tall? You can see down ALL the girls tops! and I mean ALL!!! Hot-American-girl-I-DESPERATELY-want-to-shag has AMAZING boobs! *Drools* (Also, when I'm on hose stilts and she hugs me, her head is on MY boob-level! :3)
On the shit side of the news, I just let my stress out at Couplands. I had one of these and one of these and now I feel totally sick. Now would be a good time to biff out the pack of custard squares BEFORE I'm tempted to eat them, but Dolly just saw me with them and if they are gone before she gets home there will be MUCHO suspicion going on :'( I can find the nutritional info for he doughnuts ANYWHERE online and it's driving me crazy!!
Please shoot me. I can't concentrate to study. The exam is TOMORROW MORNING and I haven't studied at ALL. When will I work out that binges aren't worth it?
I have some photos of my fat ass doing acrobalance with Miles that I'll post later. Maybe that will inspire me to study and exercise.
WHY IS THE DAMN GYM SHUT?!?
. . . . Oh yeah, re-carpeting. Moron.
I'm completely screwed in so many ways.
~Peri
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
Fluffy G-raffey
Ok, I think the warm fuzzies from your comments are going to transform my firstborn child into a kitten. Probably a litter of smash-faced little white Persians who'll play with my knitting wool and kill every Emo in a 100-km radius with a lethal dose of Terminal Cuteness Poisoning (TCP)
Have I ever told you how much I love you?
WELL I DO.
A LOT.
So THERE!
(Damn I'm mature :p)
Tonight is the night I take my ovaries in both hands and FINALLY learn to stilt walk. It's gonna be fuuuuuuuun. I can fall properly thanks to my Judo training, but we no longer have crash mats to fall safely onto. The mats belong to the Tae Kwon Do club, and moved out of the Activities Hall when they did :'( Knowing my luck I'm going to break a knee or something. *Touches wood*
Stilts scare the shit out of me, and I think I finally worked out why. It's not the height. I'm fine with heights. The chance of accidentally braining myself on the floor has something to do with it too. It's mostly that in order to acquire this skill I have to trust myself. And I don't trust myself.
There is a reason my craft knife is blunt as fuck. There is a reason why I don't keep paracetamol around. There is a DAMN GOOD reason why I barely touch alcohol, even though I love getting tiddly and dancing like a spaz. If I can't trust myself not to kill myself, how the HELL can I trust myself enough to whack meter-long sticks on my feet and prance around like a coked-up giraffe?!
Not a bloody clue.
I guess we're gonna find out, hey?
~Peri
Have I ever told you how much I love you?
WELL I DO.
A LOT.
So THERE!
(Damn I'm mature :p)
Tonight is the night I take my ovaries in both hands and FINALLY learn to stilt walk. It's gonna be fuuuuuuuun. I can fall properly thanks to my Judo training, but we no longer have crash mats to fall safely onto. The mats belong to the Tae Kwon Do club, and moved out of the Activities Hall when they did :'( Knowing my luck I'm going to break a knee or something. *Touches wood*
Stilts scare the shit out of me, and I think I finally worked out why. It's not the height. I'm fine with heights. The chance of accidentally braining myself on the floor has something to do with it too. It's mostly that in order to acquire this skill I have to trust myself. And I don't trust myself.
There is a reason my craft knife is blunt as fuck. There is a reason why I don't keep paracetamol around. There is a DAMN GOOD reason why I barely touch alcohol, even though I love getting tiddly and dancing like a spaz. If I can't trust myself not to kill myself, how the HELL can I trust myself enough to whack meter-long sticks on my feet and prance around like a coked-up giraffe?!
Not a bloody clue.
I guess we're gonna find out, hey?
~Peri
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
*Blinkblink* NO WAY!!!
I think I'm dreaming.
100 followers?
TRIPLE DIGITS?!
WHAT THE HELL?!?
I'm floored. Gobsmacked. Amazed. You are all amazing and lovely and wonderful. I do however question your sanity in willingly exposing yourself to my mental vomit on an almost daily basis. Eh, we're all mad here, right?
I FUCKING LOVE YOU GUYS!!!
So, to satisfy your sick sick voyeuristic curiosity, what did I get up to today?
:p
Weighed myself (58.7kg. Fucking fat from last night's binge), went to the gym (440cal burned at the very least), made my bed AGAIN *horrified gasps all round* and went to the last night of The 39 Steps at the Fortune.
The play was amazing! I nearly died laughing. You MUST see it if you get a chance! I even go to go backstage with Miles afterward and congratulate the actors ^.^ The professor/head spy played up his death scene and dragged it out for a good 5mins. Lol, I asked him if he wanted any mustard with his ham sandwich XD (Oh, I kill me!)
Ok, I'm tired and this hunger headache is murdering me. (Hah, let it! It can murder my fat too. EAT MY FATTY THIGHS, BITCH!!) Time to make a cuppa and watch The Cat Returns. I'm a sucker for Stajio Jhiburi movies. So very, very cute! Blame my host sister (the bitchy one), she passed on her addiction.
Stay awesome and warm, you sexy skinny beasts. Don't get frostbite on those hipbones!
<3
~Peri
100 followers?
TRIPLE DIGITS?!
WHAT THE HELL?!?
I'm floored. Gobsmacked. Amazed. You are all amazing and lovely and wonderful. I do however question your sanity in willingly exposing yourself to my mental vomit on an almost daily basis. Eh, we're all mad here, right?
I FUCKING LOVE YOU GUYS!!!
So, to satisfy your sick sick voyeuristic curiosity, what did I get up to today?
:p
Weighed myself (58.7kg. Fucking fat from last night's binge), went to the gym (440cal burned at the very least), made my bed AGAIN *horrified gasps all round* and went to the last night of The 39 Steps at the Fortune.
The play was amazing! I nearly died laughing. You MUST see it if you get a chance! I even go to go backstage with Miles afterward and congratulate the actors ^.^ The professor/head spy played up his death scene and dragged it out for a good 5mins. Lol, I asked him if he wanted any mustard with his ham sandwich XD (Oh, I kill me!)
Ok, I'm tired and this hunger headache is murdering me. (Hah, let it! It can murder my fat too. EAT MY FATTY THIGHS, BITCH!!) Time to make a cuppa and watch The Cat Returns. I'm a sucker for Stajio Jhiburi movies. So very, very cute! Blame my host sister (the bitchy one), she passed on her addiction.
Stay awesome and warm, you sexy skinny beasts. Don't get frostbite on those hipbones!
<3
~Peri
Monday, 14 June 2010
/Binge Nao?
This was me 30mins ago when I discovered the Pink Smokers and Banana Dots I'd bought as a foil for a magazine to chop up for Thinspo.
This will be me tomorrow when the sugar has turned to fat and welded itself to my thighs.
Oh, I will also lose (whats left of) my mind in the night and trade my love of cruisers for a love of sportsters o.O
When that happens, forget the harpoons. Nuke the site from orbit, it'll be the only way to be sure.
(I really want a T-shirt that says "What Would Ripley Do?" Do they make T-shirts in 'Tent'?)
~Peri
Holy Randomness, Batman!
An update on what I achieved the other day:
[X] Bake boysenberry muffins for Games Night
[X] Beg for time off for Winter Solstice
[X] Do food shopping (LOL!)
[X] Measure kitchen windows for curtains
[ ] Decide calligraphy style for 'Dragonfly' tattoo
Wow. I shock myself. Today was far less impressive. I went to the supermarket and got things the flat needed, I tinkered with my blog and gave Wal the $20 I apparently owe for downloading. Big woop.
Oh yeah, I made my bed. Do I get an award now?
I haven't studied. I need to study. I just can't be arsed. (Fear the motivation! Look at me achieve! *eyeroll*)
I also can't be bothered getting off my fat ass to exercise. Exercising is fairly important for more reasons than burning calories at the moment. I need to wear myself out enough to sleep and get ready for this weekend. Plans include stilt walking at the All Blacks vs Wales game (Which will be the actual last-game-at-Carisbrook-ever. I fucked up last time, my bad) and fire performance at Winter Solstice.
I will try to get photos :)
If anyone who reads this comes to Solstice and recognizes me, be aware that I WILL fuck your shit up if you 'out' me to anyone. Everyone knows that I have a blog, but they do NOT know the URL or any of the content. I am not public with my fucked up eating habits and weight obsession. If you make it public, I will hurt you, physically and mentally. I do not want to inflict that side of my insanity on my friends. They have enough to deal with between the depression, manic swings and suicide attempts without having to match me like a pack of starving velociraptors at meals. (HOLY SHIT I just had to add 'Velociraptors' to the dictionary 0.0) The only time people I know in 'real life' will ever read this blog will be because I've posted a link to it on FaceBook before killing myself.
If, on the other hand you come up to me and say "Peri, right?" I will tackle hug you and we will be the best of friends and drink diet coke and vodka until the sun comes up. Hell, I'll even make you a pretty red scarf :p
Also be aware the the above two conditions apply anywhere, at any time. See me, know me, out me, DIE. See me, know me, love me, be hugged to death by HappyManicPeri. Pick your poison.
I really want to meet you lovelies in the skinny flesh, but I need you to understand where I'm coming from. Just imagine how you'd feel if your family or BFFs found your blog. Cringe-worthy, right?
Ok, I'm glad that is out of the way.
Happy faces now!
:D
-.-;
I've been in binge-mode all night. Now that the flatmates have gone to bed and left the lounge to me, the urge to binge is under a lot more control. I don't have to eat when people aren't around, so it makes not-eating a hell of a lot easier. SO far the damage has been 2-3 sandwiches (peanut butter or Marmite) and berry sorbet.
I'd been such a good little girl with the restricting until Wal started cooking his tea. I wan't even hungry when I started binge-ing, it sorta crept up on me. I'm pretty damn sure I was mistaking thirst for hunger during most of it. I feel so unimaginably putrid right now. I'm clean on the outside, but inside I'm full of pus. Mmmmm, yummy. Peri pus.
Ok, I think that thought has sickened me enough that I don't want to continue the binge. I hate pus. And maggots. I don't mind entrails so much. Lol, I chop up cured hunks of meat for a living! I don't see the guts!
Time to watch some youtube thinspo and exercise. G'nite my lovlies!
~Peri
[X] Bake boysenberry muffins for Games Night
[X] Beg for time off for Winter Solstice
[X] Do food shopping (LOL!)
[X] Measure kitchen windows for curtains
[ ] Decide calligraphy style for 'Dragonfly' tattoo
Wow. I shock myself. Today was far less impressive. I went to the supermarket and got things the flat needed, I tinkered with my blog and gave Wal the $20 I apparently owe for downloading. Big woop.
Oh yeah, I made my bed. Do I get an award now?
I haven't studied. I need to study. I just can't be arsed. (Fear the motivation! Look at me achieve! *eyeroll*)
I also can't be bothered getting off my fat ass to exercise. Exercising is fairly important for more reasons than burning calories at the moment. I need to wear myself out enough to sleep and get ready for this weekend. Plans include stilt walking at the All Blacks vs Wales game (Which will be the actual last-game-at-Carisbrook-ever. I fucked up last time, my bad) and fire performance at Winter Solstice.
I will try to get photos :)
If anyone who reads this comes to Solstice and recognizes me, be aware that I WILL fuck your shit up if you 'out' me to anyone. Everyone knows that I have a blog, but they do NOT know the URL or any of the content. I am not public with my fucked up eating habits and weight obsession. If you make it public, I will hurt you, physically and mentally. I do not want to inflict that side of my insanity on my friends. They have enough to deal with between the depression, manic swings and suicide attempts without having to match me like a pack of starving velociraptors at meals. (HOLY SHIT I just had to add 'Velociraptors' to the dictionary 0.0) The only time people I know in 'real life' will ever read this blog will be because I've posted a link to it on FaceBook before killing myself.
If, on the other hand you come up to me and say "Peri, right?" I will tackle hug you and we will be the best of friends and drink diet coke and vodka until the sun comes up. Hell, I'll even make you a pretty red scarf :p
Also be aware the the above two conditions apply anywhere, at any time. See me, know me, out me, DIE. See me, know me, love me, be hugged to death by HappyManicPeri. Pick your poison.
I really want to meet you lovelies in the skinny flesh, but I need you to understand where I'm coming from. Just imagine how you'd feel if your family or BFFs found your blog. Cringe-worthy, right?
Ok, I'm glad that is out of the way.
Happy faces now!
:D
-.-;
I've been in binge-mode all night. Now that the flatmates have gone to bed and left the lounge to me, the urge to binge is under a lot more control. I don't have to eat when people aren't around, so it makes not-eating a hell of a lot easier. SO far the damage has been 2-3 sandwiches (peanut butter or Marmite) and berry sorbet.
I'd been such a good little girl with the restricting until Wal started cooking his tea. I wan't even hungry when I started binge-ing, it sorta crept up on me. I'm pretty damn sure I was mistaking thirst for hunger during most of it. I feel so unimaginably putrid right now. I'm clean on the outside, but inside I'm full of pus. Mmmmm, yummy. Peri pus.
Ok, I think that thought has sickened me enough that I don't want to continue the binge. I hate pus. And maggots. I don't mind entrails so much. Lol, I chop up cured hunks of meat for a living! I don't see the guts!
Time to watch some youtube thinspo and exercise. G'nite my lovlies!
~Peri
Sunday, 13 June 2010
FUCK THIS SHIT.
Still cranky, but not so tired. I really need to get my ear looked at. Having to repeat myself or ask people to repeat themselves (Or strain to hear something that turns out to be irrelevant, like Seafood Guy's constant bitching and moaning) drives me absolutely wild.
Dolly has been shitty and snapping at me for petty little things. I confronted her and she said she's just sick of having to be super-organised when everyone else is having an easier time. I won't be standing for it any more.
I am sick to death of people and their bullshit.
Do NOT start on me because I am a convenient scapegoat in the company uniform. Do NOT turn on me because you've had a bad day and it's easier to take it out on me than deal with it. Do NOT stomp on me because you don't have enough balls to take on the person or people who are the real problem.
You know why?
I WILL NOT TAKE IT.
I WILL FUCK YOU UP.
I WILL MAKE YOU WISH YOU'D NEVER BEEN BORN.
Hell, I'll make you wish your GRANDPARENTS had never been born to spawn the people who'd eventually spawn you.
Thats right.
Starting RIGHT FUCKING NOW.
Don't start, because I will finish it. Be warned that I do not bluff.
I am not your bitch, don't treat me like one or I'll make you mine.
~Peri
Dolly has been shitty and snapping at me for petty little things. I confronted her and she said she's just sick of having to be super-organised when everyone else is having an easier time. I won't be standing for it any more.
I am sick to death of people and their bullshit.
Do NOT start on me because I am a convenient scapegoat in the company uniform. Do NOT turn on me because you've had a bad day and it's easier to take it out on me than deal with it. Do NOT stomp on me because you don't have enough balls to take on the person or people who are the real problem.
You know why?
I WILL NOT TAKE IT.
I WILL FUCK YOU UP.
I WILL MAKE YOU WISH YOU'D NEVER BEEN BORN.
Hell, I'll make you wish your GRANDPARENTS had never been born to spawn the people who'd eventually spawn you.
Thats right.
Starting RIGHT FUCKING NOW.
Don't start, because I will finish it. Be warned that I do not bluff.
I am not your bitch, don't treat me like one or I'll make you mine.
~Peri
Saturday, 12 June 2010
GrrrFACKORF!
I am tired. Tired and angry. Oh, and my clothes smell. The ones that got stuck in the washing machine for days before Wal pried it open.
I hate wearing stinky clothes.
I met our new Fresh Foods Dictator Bitch today. I want to lightly smash her face in. BITCH! COW! WHORE! SLAG! FUCK OFF I KNOW HOW TO DO MY DAMN JOB!!! Ugh.
There was good news, though. Blondie got his dream job at Disney World in America. So he will do my Sunday shift next week so I can perform at Winter Solstice next Saturday night. Mmmm, longest night. I love it.
I just want to scream swearwords at the top of my lungs. I'm too tired to be creative though, and I HATE repeating words, especially obscenities. It seems very unimaginative to me. Funnily enough, this makes me angrier. I'm just a shining ball of rage today. Come cook eggs on my massive incandescent saddle bags! There is plenty of room on my burning love handles for tofu patties as well ;)
I should sleep to recharge my brain, then turn this rage lose on a subject deserving of it. You got it baby, a Peri-Style rant about Something That Gets On My Tits. Don't get too worked up though, my brain isn't co-operating with me. Either I'm going even crazier, or this mission to be DONE with the Twilight series is causing my few remaining brain cells to suicide in protest.
Ugh.
Ugh.
FUCK.
~Peri
I hate wearing stinky clothes.
I met our new Fresh Foods Dictator Bitch today. I want to lightly smash her face in. BITCH! COW! WHORE! SLAG! FUCK OFF I KNOW HOW TO DO MY DAMN JOB!!! Ugh.
There was good news, though. Blondie got his dream job at Disney World in America. So he will do my Sunday shift next week so I can perform at Winter Solstice next Saturday night. Mmmm, longest night. I love it.
I just want to scream swearwords at the top of my lungs. I'm too tired to be creative though, and I HATE repeating words, especially obscenities. It seems very unimaginative to me. Funnily enough, this makes me angrier. I'm just a shining ball of rage today. Come cook eggs on my massive incandescent saddle bags! There is plenty of room on my burning love handles for tofu patties as well ;)
I should sleep to recharge my brain, then turn this rage lose on a subject deserving of it. You got it baby, a Peri-Style rant about Something That Gets On My Tits. Don't get too worked up though, my brain isn't co-operating with me. Either I'm going even crazier, or this mission to be DONE with the Twilight series is causing my few remaining brain cells to suicide in protest.
Ugh.
Ugh.
FUCK.
~Peri
Friday, 11 June 2010
Melting At The Edges
Oh my, everything is whirling and twirling and will not STOP long enough to be pinned down into words.
Hold still dammit!
Today I was 58.1kg, made a curtain, and took my washing around to Mums. I have no socks to wear to work tomorrow. I should go in early (HAH!) and buy a pair. Yay for working in a stupor-market.
It is cold. Cold cold cold cold COLD!! All my warm clothes are in the wash. I hope it rains tonight so the roads don't freeze. I'm sick of the piles of grit that make driving up our street a tricky proposition.It would be a lot worse without them.
I've been very craftily restricting. It feels amazing. I'm easing in, testing the temperature of the water. Every time the voice of depression hisses "You don't deserve to be thin. You should be fat. Show the world your worthless ugliness" I tell it to fuck off.
I WILL BE TONED AND FIT AND AMAZING. SHUT THE FUCK UP VOICE.
It's sulking now.
Good, fuck off and sulk. Leave me alone.
Wal is making Ginger Crunch and MY GOD does the house smell amazing! Far more amazing than my Boysenberry&Bran Fail Muffins last night that failed to rise. Meh, it's easier to draw icing smiley faces on flat muffins. Everyone said they tasted good, but I think they were humouring me. To me they tasted like the muffin trays I cooked them in. *Mmmmmmm latex*
I'm COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD. I'll go wrap myself around a cup of green tea. Pub diner with Miles and the family in less than an hour. *Wants to chicken out*
Keep on being your lovely self *Mwah*
~Peri
Hold still dammit!
Today I was 58.1kg, made a curtain, and took my washing around to Mums. I have no socks to wear to work tomorrow. I should go in early (HAH!) and buy a pair. Yay for working in a stupor-market.
It is cold. Cold cold cold cold COLD!! All my warm clothes are in the wash. I hope it rains tonight so the roads don't freeze. I'm sick of the piles of grit that make driving up our street a tricky proposition.It would be a lot worse without them.
I've been very craftily restricting. It feels amazing. I'm easing in, testing the temperature of the water. Every time the voice of depression hisses "You don't deserve to be thin. You should be fat. Show the world your worthless ugliness" I tell it to fuck off.
I WILL BE TONED AND FIT AND AMAZING. SHUT THE FUCK UP VOICE.
It's sulking now.
Good, fuck off and sulk. Leave me alone.
Wal is making Ginger Crunch and MY GOD does the house smell amazing! Far more amazing than my Boysenberry&Bran Fail Muffins last night that failed to rise. Meh, it's easier to draw icing smiley faces on flat muffins. Everyone said they tasted good, but I think they were humouring me. To me they tasted like the muffin trays I cooked them in. *Mmmmmmm latex*
I'm COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD. I'll go wrap myself around a cup of green tea. Pub diner with Miles and the family in less than an hour. *Wants to chicken out*
Keep on being your lovely self *Mwah*
~Peri
Thursday, 10 June 2010
It's The Sleep-Deprivation Talking
I'm trying to decide right now whether what I value most is being warm, getting enough sleep or, or, fuck I forgot.
Maybe self-worth? Who knows.
Coffee. Needs me some coffee. Caffeine drip, STAT!
Yeah, it doesn't fix all my problems (and certainly exacerbates some), but it puts off the meltdown. Blondie (boy) at work has invented the Peri-Doomsday-Coffee-Clock. There is also the Blondie-Doomsday-Coffee-Clock. He said his is a chemical warhead, 'twill fuck you up. Mine is apparently a nuclear warhead that will obliterate all life nearby.
WOO THE JUG HAS BOILED!! Disaster averted for another short while :D
Be glad, be very very glad that there is still a cold, damp, wintry Dunedin around for your skinny asses to visit.
Today's Plan:
[ ] Bake boysenberry muffins for Games Night
[ ] Beg for time off for Winter Solstice
[ ] Do food shopping (LOL!)
[ ] Measure kitchen windows for curtains
[ ] Decide calligraphy style for 'Dragonfly' tattoo
Oh wait, I remembered the last thing! (From the start of this post, dizzy!) It was clean socks. The washing machine is busted again. I've been re-wearing socks for the last week. Ugh, nasty. Nasty nasty nasty. Hmm, I should go buy some nice fluffy new socks and go borrow Mum's washing machine :3
For now, coffee.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
~Peri
P.S. 58.8kg *Cries* My sphincter has seized because it loves salty-as-fuck pizza so much. *Adds metamucil to the shopping list*
Maybe self-worth? Who knows.
Coffee. Needs me some coffee. Caffeine drip, STAT!
Yeah, it doesn't fix all my problems (and certainly exacerbates some), but it puts off the meltdown. Blondie (boy) at work has invented the Peri-Doomsday-Coffee-Clock. There is also the Blondie-Doomsday-Coffee-Clock. He said his is a chemical warhead, 'twill fuck you up. Mine is apparently a nuclear warhead that will obliterate all life nearby.
WOO THE JUG HAS BOILED!! Disaster averted for another short while :D
Be glad, be very very glad that there is still a cold, damp, wintry Dunedin around for your skinny asses to visit.
Today's Plan:
[ ] Bake boysenberry muffins for Games Night
[ ] Beg for time off for Winter Solstice
[ ] Do food shopping (LOL!)
[ ] Measure kitchen windows for curtains
[ ] Decide calligraphy style for 'Dragonfly' tattoo
Oh wait, I remembered the last thing! (From the start of this post, dizzy!) It was clean socks. The washing machine is busted again. I've been re-wearing socks for the last week. Ugh, nasty. Nasty nasty nasty. Hmm, I should go buy some nice fluffy new socks and go borrow Mum's washing machine :3
For now, coffee.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
~Peri
P.S. 58.8kg *Cries* My sphincter has seized because it loves salty-as-fuck pizza so much. *Adds metamucil to the shopping list*
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
Ow, Bleh.
My head aches. I walked into someone's fist at Circus club and drove home in sub-zero air. I want to shut my eyes, curl up somewhere warm and sleep.
Dinner last night was a nightmare. Pizza, Gelato and pineapple lumps. Pineapple lumps are kryptonite. I have NO self control around them whatsoever. Thank GOD Wal has munched on most of them today.
I made a curtain for the bathroom. It isn't pretty, it isn't well-made, but it will suffice. I couldn't be bothered putting too much effort into it, but it still looks nice. White-and-green striped jersey backing white patterned curtain fabric. It will keep the neighbours eyes and drafts out.
My arm muscles are becoming more defined. I noticed it in the mirror at University today. Kinda scary, I almost have guns. My snake tattoo will look amazing, when I finally get enough money and get on the waiting list at Visual Intelligence. They are THE BEST in town. I've seen their work, and they are the only people I wan inking my snake. The others I've planned? The kanji and the dragons? we'll see.
I'm reading a E-Book version of Twilight. It is what I'd expected. Something along the lines of Blood and Chocolate or The Silver Kiss, but with less in the writing skill department. (Dear sweet lips of the Goddess, someone PLEASE get that woman a thesaurus!!)
Blah, I'm just talking a whole bunch of nonsense. I can't think past the ouch in my nose. Why do you bother to read this shit? I'm going to go cover my bike for the night and make a cup of tea. You should go find an E-Book of Whale Rider by Witi Ihimaera and put your feet up. (Shameless plugging of an amazing bard)
I love you, my sweet. Take care of yourself for me <3
~Peri
Dinner last night was a nightmare. Pizza, Gelato and pineapple lumps. Pineapple lumps are kryptonite. I have NO self control around them whatsoever. Thank GOD Wal has munched on most of them today.
I made a curtain for the bathroom. It isn't pretty, it isn't well-made, but it will suffice. I couldn't be bothered putting too much effort into it, but it still looks nice. White-and-green striped jersey backing white patterned curtain fabric. It will keep the neighbours eyes and drafts out.
My arm muscles are becoming more defined. I noticed it in the mirror at University today. Kinda scary, I almost have guns. My snake tattoo will look amazing, when I finally get enough money and get on the waiting list at Visual Intelligence. They are THE BEST in town. I've seen their work, and they are the only people I wan inking my snake. The others I've planned? The kanji and the dragons? we'll see.
I'm reading a E-Book version of Twilight. It is what I'd expected. Something along the lines of Blood and Chocolate or The Silver Kiss, but with less in the writing skill department. (Dear sweet lips of the Goddess, someone PLEASE get that woman a thesaurus!!)
Blah, I'm just talking a whole bunch of nonsense. I can't think past the ouch in my nose. Why do you bother to read this shit? I'm going to go cover my bike for the night and make a cup of tea. You should go find an E-Book of Whale Rider by Witi Ihimaera and put your feet up. (Shameless plugging of an amazing bard)
I love you, my sweet. Take care of yourself for me <3
~Peri
Tuesday, 8 June 2010
Muahaha!!
57.9Kg!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!
Bubi 58, NEVER wanna see your ugly face again!!
Dolly didn't gorge on the slice last night (Boo!) She did, however make a midnight snack of PB&J sandwiches. Silly girl. I'm on FIRE!! Better drag my sorry ass out into the cold and wet to the gym. It's snowing on the hills. If I was still living in Maori Hill I could go for a walk in the snow. *Has a little sad* Oh well, the gym has heat pumps.
Dear Helen has provided me with something to steal. She is wise beyond her years. Go read her blog and tell her how awesome she is.
DO IT.
Be extremely beautiful or extremely intelligent?
I'd love to be smart again.
Go without brushing your teeth for a year or go without washing your hair for a year?
I'd shave my head for a year and keep my teeth. Bit eme.
Be rich or famous?
Give me the money, keep the media to yourself.
Have an amazing shoe collection or an amazing makeup collection?
Makeup, I'll go barefoot.
Be able to sing or be able to dance?
Sing. I'd love to be able to do Ave Maria and Danny Boy proper justice.
Be stranded on a Desert Island or in the Desert?
Desert Island. I could make a salt water still.
Have a computer or a TV?
Computer. TV is overrated.
Wear spots or stripes for the rest of your life?
Neither. *Shudder*
Drink out of a Teacup or a Mug?
Mug. Teacups are too flimsy to take much abuse.
Receive a bunch of Flowers or a box of chocolate?
Flowers. They are pretty and smell nice. Chocolate just makes you fat.
Have a hug or a kiss from someone you love?
I love his hugs.
Wear converse or Stilettos?
Stilettos. I hate brand labels.
Meet Johnny Depp or Robert Pattinson?
Pattinson so I can slap the living shit out of him for forcing such a bad movie series on us.
Be a Fairy or a Mermaid?
Mermaid. I'd go fins Kahutia Te Rangi's whale.
A coffee or a cup of tea?
COFFEE. GIMME. NAO!!!
Pink nails or blue nails?
Blue. But NOT from hair dye stainage!!
Live somewhere sunny or somewhere cold?
Dunedin in winter we get both sunny AND freeze-your-tits-off cold. Give me something a little closer to the equator, please.
Have an amazing house or an amazing car?
Amazing house with an amazing garage for all my amazing motorbikes.
Be kind or funny?
Funny. Obnoxious bastards can make friends if they're funny.
Eat sweets or cake?
Lollies, nom nom nom. (BAD PERI)
Hold a tarantula or a snake?
Snake. Snake snake snake snake snake. I HATE SPIDERS.
Wear a necklace or a ring?
Necklace. Rings bug me.
Laugh or smile?
Laugh. It burns more calories and I have a stupid smile.
Be hated or be a hater?
Hated. When my enemies stop hissing, I know I'm slipping.
Wear Pearls or Beads?
Beads. Pearls are cogealed oyster spit.
If you had to choose, lose your sight or your hearing?
I've had nightmares about both.
Have lots of money or lots of friends?
Money. I've never had much in the way of crowds of mates.
Love or be loved?
I don't want someone to love me if I can't love them back. Although loving someone leave you open to worlds of hurt when they leave. Can I say neither?
Blogger has been far too quiet this past fortnight. I'm starting to feel lonely and abandoned D: (Hi, I'm irrational and I know it. But I DON'T CARE!) Suffice to say, YOU ALL MUST DO THIS. I don't care when. Do it now, or later when you can't think of anything to blog about.
Just DO IT.
~Peri
Bubi 58, NEVER wanna see your ugly face again!!
Dolly didn't gorge on the slice last night (Boo!) She did, however make a midnight snack of PB&J sandwiches. Silly girl. I'm on FIRE!! Better drag my sorry ass out into the cold and wet to the gym. It's snowing on the hills. If I was still living in Maori Hill I could go for a walk in the snow. *Has a little sad* Oh well, the gym has heat pumps.
Dear Helen has provided me with something to steal. She is wise beyond her years. Go read her blog and tell her how awesome she is.
DO IT.
Be extremely beautiful or extremely intelligent?
I'd love to be smart again.
Go without brushing your teeth for a year or go without washing your hair for a year?
I'd shave my head for a year and keep my teeth. Bit eme.
Be rich or famous?
Give me the money, keep the media to yourself.
Have an amazing shoe collection or an amazing makeup collection?
Makeup, I'll go barefoot.
Be able to sing or be able to dance?
Sing. I'd love to be able to do Ave Maria and Danny Boy proper justice.
Be stranded on a Desert Island or in the Desert?
Desert Island. I could make a salt water still.
Have a computer or a TV?
Computer. TV is overrated.
Wear spots or stripes for the rest of your life?
Neither. *Shudder*
Drink out of a Teacup or a Mug?
Mug. Teacups are too flimsy to take much abuse.
Receive a bunch of Flowers or a box of chocolate?
Flowers. They are pretty and smell nice. Chocolate just makes you fat.
Have a hug or a kiss from someone you love?
I love his hugs.
Wear converse or Stilettos?
Stilettos. I hate brand labels.
Meet Johnny Depp or Robert Pattinson?
Pattinson so I can slap the living shit out of him for forcing such a bad movie series on us.
Be a Fairy or a Mermaid?
Mermaid. I'd go fins Kahutia Te Rangi's whale.
A coffee or a cup of tea?
COFFEE. GIMME. NAO!!!
Pink nails or blue nails?
Blue. But NOT from hair dye stainage!!
Live somewhere sunny or somewhere cold?
Dunedin in winter we get both sunny AND freeze-your-tits-off cold. Give me something a little closer to the equator, please.
Have an amazing house or an amazing car?
Amazing house with an amazing garage for all my amazing motorbikes.
Be kind or funny?
Funny. Obnoxious bastards can make friends if they're funny.
Eat sweets or cake?
Lollies, nom nom nom. (BAD PERI)
Hold a tarantula or a snake?
Snake. Snake snake snake snake snake. I HATE SPIDERS.
Wear a necklace or a ring?
Necklace. Rings bug me.
Laugh or smile?
Laugh. It burns more calories and I have a stupid smile.
Be hated or be a hater?
Hated. When my enemies stop hissing, I know I'm slipping.
Wear Pearls or Beads?
Beads. Pearls are cogealed oyster spit.
If you had to choose, lose your sight or your hearing?
I've had nightmares about both.
Have lots of money or lots of friends?
Money. I've never had much in the way of crowds of mates.
Love or be loved?
I don't want someone to love me if I can't love them back. Although loving someone leave you open to worlds of hurt when they leave. Can I say neither?
Blogger has been far too quiet this past fortnight. I'm starting to feel lonely and abandoned D: (Hi, I'm irrational and I know it. But I DON'T CARE!) Suffice to say, YOU ALL MUST DO THIS. I don't care when. Do it now, or later when you can't think of anything to blog about.
Just DO IT.
~Peri
Monday, 7 June 2010
More dreams last night.
My old primary school, a recent crush, an ex boyfriend, workmates and schoolmates and Miles. I had wings, I could fly. It felt amazing. Leaping into the air and soaring, straining for altitude. Looking down on people's heads. Occasional upturned face with an admiring look. White feathers, sunlight and sore muscles.
The old tennis court was smaller than I remembered. The asphalt was cracked in a gridlike pattern and overgrown with weeds. It was shabbier, but more populated than it used to be.
I want to read the Twilight books. Wanting to do this makes me want to book myself into a paddded cell in Wakari Hospital. Morbid curiosity?
58.8kg this morning. Slowly moving down. Successfully stayed under 1500cal today. Dodged dinner at my parent's place. (Roast pork. Yuck.) Queens birthday meant no gym for my fat ass and no doctors for my ear. Whenever I blow my nose it sounds like crumpling tissue paper up in there.
I'm sitting here silently laughing my ass off at Dolly. A few months ago Dolly went on a diet and lost 2kg. She then came off the diet and re-gained it ALL. She now wants to go back ON the diet and lose it all and then some. (Hello hun, yo-yo dieting fucks you up!)
Mmmm, I'm feeling superior :) Sure, I've gained in the time she has, but not as much. I also exercise more and eat healthier than she does. (When I do eat, of course.) I also pay attention to serving sizes. Her dinner was two serves of high-cal soup with roast vegetables soaked in butter, polished off with some of Wal's chocolate slice. She'll get stoned later and gorge on more slice, I bet. (I hope)
+
=
(Not that Dolly is that thin to start with. She's in the upper range of 80kg. Closer to 200lbs than 180lbs)
I binged on my gum last night. Stupid move, I'll want some later to curb sweet cravings.
Nope, I shall curb them with my 3-step evening program:
1)Dance/Calisthenics
2)Peppermint Tea
3)BED
I hope it works!
~Peri
My old primary school, a recent crush, an ex boyfriend, workmates and schoolmates and Miles. I had wings, I could fly. It felt amazing. Leaping into the air and soaring, straining for altitude. Looking down on people's heads. Occasional upturned face with an admiring look. White feathers, sunlight and sore muscles.
The old tennis court was smaller than I remembered. The asphalt was cracked in a gridlike pattern and overgrown with weeds. It was shabbier, but more populated than it used to be.
I want to read the Twilight books. Wanting to do this makes me want to book myself into a paddded cell in Wakari Hospital. Morbid curiosity?
58.8kg this morning. Slowly moving down. Successfully stayed under 1500cal today. Dodged dinner at my parent's place. (Roast pork. Yuck.) Queens birthday meant no gym for my fat ass and no doctors for my ear. Whenever I blow my nose it sounds like crumpling tissue paper up in there.
I'm sitting here silently laughing my ass off at Dolly. A few months ago Dolly went on a diet and lost 2kg. She then came off the diet and re-gained it ALL. She now wants to go back ON the diet and lose it all and then some. (Hello hun, yo-yo dieting fucks you up!)
Mmmm, I'm feeling superior :) Sure, I've gained in the time she has, but not as much. I also exercise more and eat healthier than she does. (When I do eat, of course.) I also pay attention to serving sizes. Her dinner was two serves of high-cal soup with roast vegetables soaked in butter, polished off with some of Wal's chocolate slice. She'll get stoned later and gorge on more slice, I bet. (I hope)
(Not that Dolly is that thin to start with. She's in the upper range of 80kg. Closer to 200lbs than 180lbs)
I binged on my gum last night. Stupid move, I'll want some later to curb sweet cravings.
Nope, I shall curb them with my 3-step evening program:
1)Dance/Calisthenics
2)Peppermint Tea
3)BED
I hope it works!
~Peri
Fat Burning Foods
From Lady Thrills via Ana Regzig.
Top 10 foods that burn fat.
Coz I'm a little nutrition freak.
1 - CAYENNE PEPPER
There's a reason you sweat when you eat spicy foods. Cayenne pepper, one of the best fat-burning spices, burns calories by triggering a thermodynamic burn that lasts hours after eating. Gisele and Beyonce have claimed to use it to keep their bodies in shape.
2 - CINNAMON
As little as 1/4 teaspoon of cinnamon added to food helps your body to metabolize sugar 20 times faster and lower your body’s blood-sugar levels.
3 - GINGER
Ginger is a vasodilator, meaning it expands the blood vessels and increases body heat and metabolism by 20%. Ground, pickled, candied or fresh, it works in all formats to burn fat. Ginger's vasodilation properties also means that it detoxifies your body as it stimulates circulation.
4 - CITRUS FRUITS
In citrus fruits, it's the vitamin C that is the fat-burning component because it reduces fat’s effectiveness and can liquefy or dilute it so that it exits the body. Add some lemon to your water, drink orange juice, and eat grapefruit in the morning.
5 - APPLES AND BERRIES
Apples (along with berries) are a fantastic source of pectin, which limits the amount of fat your cells absorb because of its water-binding properties.
6 - SOYBEANS
Soybeans contain lecithin, which helps your body to keep your cells from accumulating fat. If you don't have the time to steam them frozen, just snack on dried or roasted ones.
7 - BANANAS
Bananas have approximately 450 mg of potassium, a naturally occurring chemical that boosts metabolism and regulates the body’s water balance.
8 - ESSENTIAL FATTY ACIDS
Salmon, along with tuna, herring, and mackerel, are all excellent sources of essential fatty acids, or EFAs. Consuming fish regularly lowers levels of a protein hormone called leptin, which has been linked to a slower metabolism and obesity. Eat EFAs in the form of fish three to five times a week.
9 - GARLIC
Garlic is a natural antibiotic, a blood sugar regulator, and also works like a thermogenic in the body. It boosts metabolism and keeps insulin levels low to maximize fat burning. Fresh garlic can be found at a farmers' market, but pickled garlic from a supermarket will work as well.
10 - DAIRY PRODUCTS
Calcium and protein in low-fat dairy products promote weight loss and help to maintain muscle mass.
Cheers!
~Peri
Top 10 foods that burn fat.
Coz I'm a little nutrition freak.
1 - CAYENNE PEPPER
There's a reason you sweat when you eat spicy foods. Cayenne pepper, one of the best fat-burning spices, burns calories by triggering a thermodynamic burn that lasts hours after eating. Gisele and Beyonce have claimed to use it to keep their bodies in shape.
2 - CINNAMON
As little as 1/4 teaspoon of cinnamon added to food helps your body to metabolize sugar 20 times faster and lower your body’s blood-sugar levels.
3 - GINGER
Ginger is a vasodilator, meaning it expands the blood vessels and increases body heat and metabolism by 20%. Ground, pickled, candied or fresh, it works in all formats to burn fat. Ginger's vasodilation properties also means that it detoxifies your body as it stimulates circulation.
4 - CITRUS FRUITS
In citrus fruits, it's the vitamin C that is the fat-burning component because it reduces fat’s effectiveness and can liquefy or dilute it so that it exits the body. Add some lemon to your water, drink orange juice, and eat grapefruit in the morning.
5 - APPLES AND BERRIES
Apples (along with berries) are a fantastic source of pectin, which limits the amount of fat your cells absorb because of its water-binding properties.
6 - SOYBEANS
Soybeans contain lecithin, which helps your body to keep your cells from accumulating fat. If you don't have the time to steam them frozen, just snack on dried or roasted ones.
7 - BANANAS
Bananas have approximately 450 mg of potassium, a naturally occurring chemical that boosts metabolism and regulates the body’s water balance.
8 - ESSENTIAL FATTY ACIDS
Salmon, along with tuna, herring, and mackerel, are all excellent sources of essential fatty acids, or EFAs. Consuming fish regularly lowers levels of a protein hormone called leptin, which has been linked to a slower metabolism and obesity. Eat EFAs in the form of fish three to five times a week.
9 - GARLIC
Garlic is a natural antibiotic, a blood sugar regulator, and also works like a thermogenic in the body. It boosts metabolism and keeps insulin levels low to maximize fat burning. Fresh garlic can be found at a farmers' market, but pickled garlic from a supermarket will work as well.
10 - DAIRY PRODUCTS
Calcium and protein in low-fat dairy products promote weight loss and help to maintain muscle mass.
Cheers!
~Peri
Sunday, 6 June 2010
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DAMMIT I MISS INK.
I need to start going to bed earlier so I don't get so tired and mopey. It's worse late at night.
Also, I want to gorge myself on pizza and Maccas and KFry and all sorts of savoury greasy nastiness.
GrglflrglRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!
My fingernails are Barbie pink.
Time for bed.
~Peri
I need to start going to bed earlier so I don't get so tired and mopey. It's worse late at night.
Also, I want to gorge myself on pizza and Maccas and KFry and all sorts of savoury greasy nastiness.
GrglflrglRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!
My fingernails are Barbie pink.
Time for bed.
~Peri
Ramble
I'm in a muddle of nothing. Slept in and didn't go to the folk festival. It started raining, so I've spent the day organising baby things for L&L and their baby. I spent $30 on baby clothes (Jumpsuits, bibs, mittens and socks) and my brother and his girlfriend have a big bag of baby clothes and a baby bath for L&L.
I've been knitting, cleaning, listening to the Avatar soundtrack, trying and failing to avoid my flatmate's baking. I ate a small truckload of Ginger Crunch last night, and now there is deliciously chewy Chocolate&Coconut Slice. (I was 58.8kg this morning. UP IS NOT DOWN STUPID GIRL. BACK AWAY FROM THE BAKING)
Oh fuck me.
I'm nearly deaf in my left ear. It is sore and swollen and throbbing. It's making my throat hurt where the ear joins into the mouth. (You know, the thing that lets you equilise air pressure when you yawn/swallow) I must go to the doctor before I get sick again.
Well, this has been a waste of a day off. I should go work on my thinspo book and exercise some more. I need to up my leglift reps already. I should paint my nails so I'm not tempted to eat dinner. Fuck it, baked beans have fiber and will hopefully turn me off the chocolate square. Having something in my gut will prevent me from snapping into binge-mode. I hope.
Blah, I'm just waffling on about nothing for the sake of having something to do. I'll shut up now.
~Peri
I've been knitting, cleaning, listening to the Avatar soundtrack, trying and failing to avoid my flatmate's baking. I ate a small truckload of Ginger Crunch last night, and now there is deliciously chewy Chocolate&Coconut Slice. (I was 58.8kg this morning. UP IS NOT DOWN STUPID GIRL. BACK AWAY FROM THE BAKING)
Oh fuck me.
I'm nearly deaf in my left ear. It is sore and swollen and throbbing. It's making my throat hurt where the ear joins into the mouth. (You know, the thing that lets you equilise air pressure when you yawn/swallow) I must go to the doctor before I get sick again.
Well, this has been a waste of a day off. I should go work on my thinspo book and exercise some more. I need to up my leglift reps already. I should paint my nails so I'm not tempted to eat dinner. Fuck it, baked beans have fiber and will hopefully turn me off the chocolate square. Having something in my gut will prevent me from snapping into binge-mode. I hope.
Blah, I'm just waffling on about nothing for the sake of having something to do. I'll shut up now.
~Peri
Saturday, 5 June 2010
Mind Tricks
Ice is clamping in. Squeezing and invading. Lungs, heart diaphragm all demand cessation. I deny the demands and arms and legs develop cold lead bones. The body revolts, the mind revolts, I revolt. I don't even know why I continue to fight it. Just stubborn, I guess.
I've started dreaming again. Two nights ago Loki/Coyote seduced Miles at an ice skating tournament. I realised it was a dream and attempted to fly. (Thank you Loki. P.S. You're freaking hot. Next time you seduce my man in front of me I DEMAND in on the action!) Last night a vampire chased me all over town attempting to declare his love to me, while all I wanted was a solitary corner to have a breakdown in. I ended up crying into his chest.
Seriously brain, WTF?!
~Peri
I've started dreaming again. Two nights ago Loki/Coyote seduced Miles at an ice skating tournament. I realised it was a dream and attempted to fly. (Thank you Loki. P.S. You're freaking hot. Next time you seduce my man in front of me I DEMAND in on the action!) Last night a vampire chased me all over town attempting to declare his love to me, while all I wanted was a solitary corner to have a breakdown in. I ended up crying into his chest.
Seriously brain, WTF?!
~Peri
Friday, 4 June 2010
On Tonight's News. . .
I'm sunk deep in the rabbit hole. Goblins have filled it with cold, sticky tar and resin which is up to my neck and trapping me. I lack the ability to struggle or care.
The scale hasn't helped. Stalled at 58.7kg two days in a row. I just hoovered a $2 pack of budget Pineapple Lumps and half a pack of budget Giant Jaffas from the dairy and 2 pieces of Wal's Ginger Crunch, so tomorrow I'll be as fat and worthless as I feel.
A bitch is singing tauntingly with Rachel's voice in the back of my mind;
"Never good enough"
That song is my ultimate trigger. Too bad I have no motivation to do anything but sit here and feel like shit.
On the subject of flatmates, Dolly just helped me restore my hair to it's rightful multitonal sapphirine glory. Maybe if I take special care of my grooming I'll feel better. On Flat News of Epic Proportions: WAL GOT A JOB!!! :D More specifically, his old telemarketing job rang him back. They were obviously having trouble making sales quota without him.
More Epic News: L&L's baby arrived last night! They are in desperate need of EVERYTHING baby-related except a bassinet. They have a beautiful full term 7lb-something baby girl. People at work are getting together to get them stuff. I'm going to pitch in as well as knitting my stubby little fingers off. I'm about halfway through Miles' scarf. I wanted to have it done by Sunday when I cruise up to hang out with him at the Whitestone Folk Festival. I've spent too much time today either moping or doing other things.
Ugh, all that sugar is making me feel sick.
0.0 90 followers?! I HUG YOU AAAAAAAAALL!!! You're all completely fucking crazy, of course. (It's catching, stop reading while you can :p WAIT! No! Don't go! Stay here and make me feel special instead of THpecial?)
I love you so very, very much.
~Peri
The scale hasn't helped. Stalled at 58.7kg two days in a row. I just hoovered a $2 pack of budget Pineapple Lumps and half a pack of budget Giant Jaffas from the dairy and 2 pieces of Wal's Ginger Crunch, so tomorrow I'll be as fat and worthless as I feel.
A bitch is singing tauntingly with Rachel's voice in the back of my mind;
"Never good enough"
That song is my ultimate trigger. Too bad I have no motivation to do anything but sit here and feel like shit.
On the subject of flatmates, Dolly just helped me restore my hair to it's rightful multitonal sapphirine glory. Maybe if I take special care of my grooming I'll feel better. On Flat News of Epic Proportions: WAL GOT A JOB!!! :D More specifically, his old telemarketing job rang him back. They were obviously having trouble making sales quota without him.
More Epic News: L&L's baby arrived last night! They are in desperate need of EVERYTHING baby-related except a bassinet. They have a beautiful full term 7lb-something baby girl. People at work are getting together to get them stuff. I'm going to pitch in as well as knitting my stubby little fingers off. I'm about halfway through Miles' scarf. I wanted to have it done by Sunday when I cruise up to hang out with him at the Whitestone Folk Festival. I've spent too much time today either moping or doing other things.
Ugh, all that sugar is making me feel sick.
0.0 90 followers?! I HUG YOU AAAAAAAAALL!!! You're all completely fucking crazy, of course. (It's catching, stop reading while you can :p WAIT! No! Don't go! Stay here and make me feel special instead of THpecial?)
I love you so very, very much.
~Peri
Thursday, 3 June 2010
Holes
I lay in bed last night trying to describe this feeling. I got pretty damn close, but I can't remember it now. Stressy spaz-out and being late for the oral test this morning wiped it from my mind. (Dear stress chemicals, FUCK YOOOOOU!!)
I miss Ink so badly. I cried until 1am, wondering why Bast took him from me. What did I do? Did I offend her in some way? I don't know. All I know is that I'm never going to hear him purring beside me ever again. I just can't live like this.
All life is, is watching everyone you love and care about leave you behind. They leave a discarded suit of meat clothes for you to put in the ground and cry over. They leave a massive gaping hole behind that can never be filled.
I once got really drunk and confessed to an ex boyfriend (After vomiting cheap whiskey all over his bedroom floor) that life is pain. That is all it is. When it all comes down to it, sometimes you only know you're still alive because you hurt. (He dumped me and got engaged to a coworker about 3 months after that night. Why? I was still too traumatized about sex to fuck him. He didn't understand.)
I need a shower. I've been invited to Miles' Sister's house for dinner tonight. I wonder what it will be. I wonder how little I can get away with eating? I wonder why I care.
~Peri
I miss Ink so badly. I cried until 1am, wondering why Bast took him from me. What did I do? Did I offend her in some way? I don't know. All I know is that I'm never going to hear him purring beside me ever again. I just can't live like this.
All life is, is watching everyone you love and care about leave you behind. They leave a discarded suit of meat clothes for you to put in the ground and cry over. They leave a massive gaping hole behind that can never be filled.
I once got really drunk and confessed to an ex boyfriend (After vomiting cheap whiskey all over his bedroom floor) that life is pain. That is all it is. When it all comes down to it, sometimes you only know you're still alive because you hurt. (He dumped me and got engaged to a coworker about 3 months after that night. Why? I was still too traumatized about sex to fuck him. He didn't understand.)
I need a shower. I've been invited to Miles' Sister's house for dinner tonight. I wonder what it will be. I wonder how little I can get away with eating? I wonder why I care.
~Peri
Wednesday, 2 June 2010
Nom Nom Nom, Tasty Bullet!
I finally bit the bullet on two counts today. I got on the scale and checked my exam timetable.
-58.5kg.-
FuckfuckfuckfuckmotherfuckingassBITCH!! Oh well, it's down from a few days ago, and exactly the same as last Wednesday. My stomach had conversations with me while I mindlessly leg-lifted and crunched last night. Yummy.
-18th June.-
Sweeeeeeet!! Over two whole weeks to prepare!! Fucking AY!! Lets see if I actually get off my ass to do anything about it. That'll be fun ;)
I attempted to put French tips on my left hand. Not so smart, Peri. They are black tips on slightly-transparent burgundy red base colour. That and I have all the steady-handedness of a cackhanded chimp withdrawing from cocaine. Suffice to say: That shit lookt nasty! Right had in currently just staright red. A ncie classy upper-society madam red.
I'm being naughty and utilising the University computers for blogging tonight. I've just done a nasty little weights session at the gym, and Circus club starts in 10mins. Ooooh, I'm gonna be in pain tomorrow! XD It will be worth it to be able to log SOMETHING lower on Fitday next week!
Tonight's meal plans run like this:
Dinner=Protein shake
Supper=protein bar
Pudding=peppermint/chamomile tea by the bucketload.
Wal is scheduled to make his incredibly yummy, amazingly binge-tastic ginger crunch tomorrow. Dolly's been getting EPIC paychecks from her new job in the last week or so, so Wal has essentiually forced her to contribute to the flat's communal coffee-table snack jars. (Selfish little tart hasn't so far.)
Sleep is still being san elusive little cunt. Gah! All I want is 6 hours of solid shuteye!!! NOTHING seems to be cutting it in the knock-me-out stakes at the moment. Blah. I may as well do something useful with the time and exercise/knit baby blanket/read blogs. (Study? What in earth is that?!)
Well, 4 mins until I should head over to Clubs 'N Socs to spin my circus shit. I think we had some Fan workshops and Acrobalance practise schedukled for tonight. Irma showed up just before gym time, and as the endorphins wear off I can feel her crampy demons begin their warm-up exercises on my insides.
I should comment back to the lovelies who expressed some form of opinion on the bulimic hot water cylinder yesterday. You guys are awesome! Yes you are! Don't shake your head at me, missy! D:
xoxo
~Peri
Tuesday, 1 June 2010
The Hot Water Cylinder Is Bulimic.
It keeps purging excess hot water. The wetback on the fireplace is a lovely invention. I would love to use some up with a nice hot shower, but it's too late to have one. Long hair takes FOREVER to dry, and the hair dryer rapes my poor brittle hair :(
Juicy Gossip:
1) L&L have discovered that they are gonna be parents! Lyn discovered that she was pregnant about a week ago. The scan on Monday showed that their spawn is modest, (Crossed it's legs, so we are unsure of gender) and due in 3 weeks! Lyn has had such an amazingly easy pregnancy (Unlike poor Milo) that between the smooth sailing and her portly figure, she didn't notice until it was almost arrival time! D:
I demanded that they produce pretty little blonde Maori babies. Sadly, this is a genetic impossibility :(
I must finish Miles' scarf ASAP so I can get started on an urgently needed baby blanket!!
2) (Not so juicy) I'm starting a new Thinspo diary. I threw my old one out a while ago. I have two trashy magazines to cut up, stickers to make it pretty and two identical notebooks. One for ED ramblings, the other for I-don't-know-what. Some form of smoke shield, any way.
Ugh, I have the Japanese oral exam on Thursday.
DO NOT WANT.
Want food even less. That is good, very very good. If only my stupid brain would make me stop craving sweets just coz I'm tired. I do believe the term is 'Reactive Hypoglycemia' or something along those lines. Nutritional research has been suspended at the moment in favour of reading more blogs XD I have this little rule for myself, I must read the ENTIRE archive before hitting 'Follow'.
Yeah, I'm a retard. WOOOOooooooooOOOOOooooooOOOOOOooooOOOOOO!
Hot water cylinder just purged again. All that lovely hot water. I could cry!
~Peri
Juicy Gossip:
1) L&L have discovered that they are gonna be parents! Lyn discovered that she was pregnant about a week ago. The scan on Monday showed that their spawn is modest, (Crossed it's legs, so we are unsure of gender) and due in 3 weeks! Lyn has had such an amazingly easy pregnancy (Unlike poor Milo) that between the smooth sailing and her portly figure, she didn't notice until it was almost arrival time! D:
I demanded that they produce pretty little blonde Maori babies. Sadly, this is a genetic impossibility :(
I must finish Miles' scarf ASAP so I can get started on an urgently needed baby blanket!!
2) (Not so juicy) I'm starting a new Thinspo diary. I threw my old one out a while ago. I have two trashy magazines to cut up, stickers to make it pretty and two identical notebooks. One for ED ramblings, the other for I-don't-know-what. Some form of smoke shield, any way.
Ugh, I have the Japanese oral exam on Thursday.
DO NOT WANT.
Want food even less. That is good, very very good. If only my stupid brain would make me stop craving sweets just coz I'm tired. I do believe the term is 'Reactive Hypoglycemia' or something along those lines. Nutritional research has been suspended at the moment in favour of reading more blogs XD I have this little rule for myself, I must read the ENTIRE archive before hitting 'Follow'.
Yeah, I'm a retard. WOOOOooooooooOOOOOooooooOOOOOOooooOOOOOO!
Hot water cylinder just purged again. All that lovely hot water. I could cry!
~Peri
Mantra
I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calorie. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories. I am too good for empty calories.
I am too good for empty calories.
I will not put that shit in my body, it is unworthy of my time. Good fuel or nothing at all. No junk will pass these lips.
~Peri
I am too good for empty calories.
I will not put that shit in my body, it is unworthy of my time. Good fuel or nothing at all. No junk will pass these lips.
~Peri
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